When the skies turn to black

@westboro-baptits

Had a pretty good bday, now to end it with a night of guitar

Jammin, all night with my good friend, love nights like these.

And when the sun comes up, Another day is upon me. As the wind blows My morning cigarette burns. I sit and wonder how i ended up here. Nothing but silence surrounding me, Only the sound of the suns’ rays glistening through the leaves.

Morning fades to afternoon No warning As the afternoon drifts to evening within the blink of an eye As i lie awake thoughts circling I fight the feeling that it's not real Time seems to stand still Yet it feels as if im moving backwards I do not know what to believe As the evening fades to black And the morning crows are here again.

Underneath a streetlight smokin a bowl, Chillin' with mary tellin' stories of gold. These stories last forever, and there ain't no others. What we speak is truth. Underneath the stars so bright, I've been here a thousand times. With a world so cold, just livin' my life growin' old. Pop a tab and lets take a trip, to another galaxy, it won't take long just hold on. It's like a roller coaster. I hope you aren't afraid of heights, cause we're gonna be higher than light, that doesn't break through the atmosphere. Don't fear we'll still be able to see clear, Let your body go and your mind flow, like a river through the vortex of time. Don't worry it'll start off slow but it'll gradually grow, it's like a show. Just sit back and let go. Watch as the galaxy goes and drifts into time. You can see the seconds, minutes, and hours go by. You'll stay high vision blurred by clouds, all you can see is sounds, that sorround your very being. You'll still be breathing, you'll feel like your dreaming. I'm not teasing, you'll be able to hear your heart beating. You won't lose sense of feeling. You'll feel like your on blue dream. So don't scream, It's just some LSD. Just let go and be free, it's better than mushroom tea and ecatsy Not like pcp. Just let go you won't sink, you'll just fly high through the sky. Don't say bye, not yet, but don't fret the trips almost over. When it's all over you'll see nothing but haze, you'll be in such a daze. It'll feel like a maze, It's not something that stays. It's only a phase.

Rail road bridge

Under the railroad tracks